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Aya, knowing her circumstances, understood that she wasn't able to survive out in the wilderness by herself. She never thought that once in her life she'd have to be out of the confined walls of The City of Gloria. In the back of her mind, there was the slightest bit of relief---but she felt almost lonesome; she felt out of place.

She seriously never would've thought that she'd be shooed away from one of the revered nobles. The least she could've done was given her basic survival tips or anything that she could keep in mind long-term.

But that likely wasn't going to be the case anytime soon.

Although not knowing the underlying issues, only the surface, she wasn't sure whether or not her leaving was a good thing. It wasn't like her workplace would go searching for her either, unless she was a meaningful employee but she doubted that they thought so highly of her. In general, I doubt any commoner was held to those standards.

And if I tried to go back inside… they'll probably think I escaped and regret life out here.

Which is technically true, but I don't want to be punished for being coerced into leaving in the first place. I doubt that they'll listen to my truth and instead throw me into a dungeon.

Aya let out a sigh. This was reality now though and she wasn't sure how long she'd last out here.

As Aya walked through the thorn bush with a heavily determined heart, she unintentionally bumped into somebody.

"Ack!"

"Oomph..!!"

Aya fell back onto the ground.

And so did the other person.

"I'm so sorry—I don't know this area very well - " Aya quickly looked before her to see somebody she didn't expect to see at all.

"I return the apology wholeheartedly! I should've looked where I was going first—." It was Maya, who halted as soon as they made eye contact.

"A--Aya-san?!" Maya's mouth was agape. "Maya-chan!" Aya cried out and scooped her into a hug.

"What's this about—? And what are you doing out here? How did you get out here?" Maya hurriedly asked questions, wanting to get to the bottom of her sudden appearance beyond the inside of the city.

"…it was Chisato-chan…" Aya's brows furrowed, "she told me that her crimes caught up to her and because of it she wanted me to leave… but she didn't tell me what exactly they were so I'm not sure what to think of it." She'd say with a voice of solitude. She was still experiencing the shock - the betrayal she felt in those moments and what came afterwards. She wasn't really sure how to describe the way she felt now.

Maya stiffened. It looked like her mouth was pursed shut.

This reaction caught Aya off-guard. Why was she making that face…?

"Aya-san…" Maya hesitated for a few moments, regaining her composure.

"The Shirasagi family was convicted of more than a dozen, no - a hundred counts of human trafficking. But that's just the surface, there were other things recently found out that are… horrific to hear." Maya explained with confliction.

Aya stared at her in genuine shock. She felt something swallow her into a roundabout of devastation.
  

"…and I regret to inform you that Lady Shirasagi will be executed in a week." And there came the salt on the wound.

"I've had my doubts about the Shirasagi family more than a few times. However, despite Lady Shirasagi's continuous kindness I held those with disregard and shoved away my concerns. But because of the information released to the public, I assumed that she took advantage of you so you could be brought into the trafficking ring… but I'm grateful that wasn't the case…! Though, there are several things I fail to understand after learning about what had happened." As Maya explained her own assumptions and confusion, Aya was beginning to feel her stomach knot.

"…don't you think that… if Chisato-chan really , seriously was the perpetrator of those crimes then I wouldn't be here right now…?" Aya choked out the response, "It… it doesn't make sense to me…"

"That's true, but there's a mountain of evidence to prove against that." Maya countered. But…

Maybe… maybe she was in denial. Maybe she didn't want to believe in such a horrible thing so she was making up excuses and defending her  - but… somewhere inside of her there was faith that told her not to believe in these things.

"There—there has to be more to it…! Because …" Aya's hand curled onto her chest, "I can't claim to know who she is completely, but the thing that I do understand, without a doubt, is that she'd never do anything to harm a commoner herself." It was probably unprovable nonsense to the ear, but she had a sneaking feeling that this… this really didn't seem like her at all.

"Aya-san…" Maya's brows furrowed in doubt.

"I may sound insane to you but I'm confident in the way I feel… and if possible I want to save her from that fate…! The way I felt with her is genuine and if that really is all a lie then I want to figure it out myself…!" I want to hear it from her directly and then I'll finally understand whether or not she really is the criminal behind all of this.

"What if there's no guarantee that she really is innocent? What will you do then…?" Maya reluctantly asked.

"…I'll learn to accept my misjudgements…" Aya declared, "But right now I don't care about that. No matter what, I will save her. I won't give up on her." As she made her motivations known, Maya seemed to appear a little fascinated by her declaration. Although, she didn’t seem completely convinced. 

"…I don't really think I'll be able to talk you out of this." Maya admitted with a half-smile, "How do you intend on saving Lady Shirasagi?" She'd ask.

"I'll use my magic…! I'll practice all of the spells until I get them right." Aya made known her next course of action. She'll train herself endlessly and learn new spells - it'd be easy, maybe…

"How do you plan on practicing your spells without any guidance?" Maya asked.

"…I'll do it… somehow…" Aya dragged on. She had no idea but she was determined regardless!

Maya took a step forward with that usual friendly smile, "Aya-san." She'd recite.

“Shirasagi Chisato's execution is planned to take place in the town square a week from now. In the duration leading to her execution, I'll be training you endlessly until you get your spells right.” Maya declared. Despite her earlier reluctance, she was grateful that Maya was willing to help her. It was an unintentionally selfish demand.

"Thank you, Maya-chan." Aya thanked her in a firm voice.

After their meaningful conversation and how Maya would assist with the unthinkable, her training began.

.  .  .

Aya held the wand between her fingers.

"With practice comes patience. You can't rush into a spell and expect good results." Maya went on to explain, standing by her side as they both simultaneously stared at a tree several feet away from them.

"But… in our special case we'll be needing that extra time to properly utilize your spells." Maya stood a few feet away from her with a cautious smile, "have you ever experienced an earthquake?"

"…an earthquake …? I don't think I have…" Aya overlooked her past memories, but she couldn't recall seeing or feeling an earthquake. She heard about it various times but never was it something that she experienced. But… what do earthquakes have to do with this…? Can Maya-chan tell the future and she's about to warn me about an oncoming earthquake?

"Well, you're in luck… or maybe not in luck. You'll be summoning one." She'd say simply.

Aya's eyes widened.

"Wait - me summoning an earthquake is possible…?" Aya was beyond shocked at the revelation. She figured that magic was able to do fantastic wonders and bring new possibilities to this world - but… manipulating the environment? Isn't that… dangerous ?

"You have the two elements - earth and air. With both you can do a variety of things and summoning an earthquake is one of them. Luckily, the catastrophic effects of this spell depend on your magical output. For first timers It won’t be as dangerous to cast." As Maya went on to explain, Aya was relieved. But… I'll need to learn to cast this spell. Urgently if I can. If I used something like this against the guards then I just know that I could use this to save Chisato-chan.

"Similar to all of your spells, I want you to envision it. In order to cast it you must have it pictured in your mind."

Aya, her attempt at envisioning an earthquake, was seeing the ground rip through itself and destroy everything around it. But it was too unstable of her to imagine and it felt like a punch to the gut.

"Woah…! Be careful." Maya was there to snatch her away before she stumbled down.

"Something clearly went wrong there. Did you imagine it correctly?" Maya questioned worriedly.

"…I think I may have overdone it in my head…" Aya went on to giggle nervously.

"We'll try again. This time do it correctly." Maya instructed and Aya did as ordered.

She regained her composure and stood straight, holding the wand in place. If I want to do this then I have to concentrate. I'm doing this to save Chisato-chan. And If I can't do that then I'm nothing but a useless commoner.

She firmly held onto the wand. Envisioning a light, shaky earthquake that didn't dare to destroy everything in its vicinity.

The ground underneath her began to rumble faintly and the tree leaves' bustled. Feeling this sudden change in environment caused Aya to lose focus---there was a sudden spike of movement underneath her and she fell this time.

"Oh no—Aya-san! Are you alright?" Maya quickly went to her aid.

Aya's hip undoubtedly hurt. But… she didn't feel much pain. She felt… amazed.

"I am…! I am alright…" She'd say in a haze. It was almost dreamlike. In her many years of living, she never imagined she'd be capable of magic. Up until recently, she was living a casual life as a commoner. To think that she was out here casting such extraordinary magic was… amazing .

"That was a nasty fall. But —you still managed to cast such an amazing earthquake!" Maya's eyes shone like stars as she complimented Aya's use of magic, "thank you! Watch me cast it again…!" Aya quickly stood up from the ground.

She was too excited and casted it again. This time Maya fell over.

.   .   .

"Now. I want you to imagine a hole in the ground. Think of it as softening the soil." This time, Maya stood by her side to analyze Aya's first attempt at the spell. What was it called again…? Pitfalls…

"…softening the soil…?" Aya pondered. How would that work? "I recommend thinking of it as a landslide. The debris built up of minerals slides down. Or like quicksand. Either option works as long as you have an image in mind." As Maya explained the spell, Aya was thankfully having a better time envisioning it. She was getting used to picturing the spells in her mind after working on a few. Maya helped her a lot.

As Aya casted the spell, green hue emitted around her. A few feet away from the both of them, the ground began to cave in. It was more like a… quicksand pitfall. Maya reacted by throwing a stick into it and It was quickly swallowed by the waves of soil.

Aya, seeing the peculiar progress of her spell, halted. The stick was nowhere to be found on the surface.

"…it isn't exactly a pitfall but more like a quicksand pitfall. Still impressive nonetheless." Maya commented on the use of the spell and Aya was thankful to hear that it wasn't terrible. She stole the words out of her mind.

"I'll try it again." Aya declared. But doing it a second time had the same results. How… peculiar.

"We can just keep it at that. A pitfall swallowing your enemy instead of them falling in is unique. And equally terrifying—I'd hate to be the one to fall into that." Maya explained nervously.

"Would it be alright to ask you to take a step backwards?" Aya timidly asked. She'd hate to be responsible for getting Maya caught in one of her spells, "I could if it brings you discomfort." Maya, getting the idea, backed away to a reasonable distance. This was when Aya got the opportunity to cast without the fear of hurting Maya.

As they continued Aya's training, she was taught the solidified walls spell. Which was as easy as it sounds. Depending on the amount of magic put into the spell the walls would be humongous. Aya's solidified walls were medium-sized at best. She was repeatedly told that as a first timer she was doing it correctly so she was happy to know.

It was nearing the end of the day. Orange-red streaks were in the sky and it was beginning to look like a twilight zone. At this point in time, Aya spent her morning and afternoon practicing her magic and it did a huge number on her. She was nauseous and felt heavily drained. She never imagined that casting that many spells would be this grueling.

She was hungry as well and Maya gave her a few slices of nutritious bread to eat.

And just like that, training on the first day was over. They departed from the area and Aya found this area of shrubs to sleep in. It wasn't the best at all but when has her rest ever been well? Aya didn't expect a luxurious bed.

She made herself comfortable. This gave her the opportunity of overlooking her day and how things went. As she slowly drifted off to sleep, she couldn't help but wonder what kind of day was awaiting her tomorrow. But, there was also a thought back in her head telling her that she was truly nothing but a useless commoner. She didn't want to give in to those thoughts. And there she rested, ruminating over a few possibilities.

In the morning she recalled a nightmare.

.   .   .

Aya fell backwards into the dirt, "eugh…!"

Her body was badly scraped.

"Aya-san…" Maya trailed off with worry as she stood over her. It was the third day. Her spellcasting intensified and she was advised to use a larger amount of her magic. But because she didn't have previous practice with the art of supplying her magic for a larger output, it was unstable. At times she could feel the muscled strain coursing through her body, itching pain within and sudden bursts of attacks. It was draining her.

"Why don't we take a break for now? I'll give you ointment for your wounds." Maya offered, holding a hand out for her to grab. Aya accepted her hand, sniffling as she struggled to stand. The ways of a witch were harsh… I never imagined that it'd have this bad of an effect on my body.

Maya led her to a tree stump and she sat down, exhausted.

In her traveling luggage was a vial of healing herbs. She's seen it a few times because Maya often worked on her vials.  

This made her quite curious.

Maya cleaned her wounds thoroughly and was doing her own kind of magic. Aya watched, her impending curiosity growing.

"Hey, Maya-chan… you seem to have a lot of ointments in little glass bottles. What do you do with them?" She'd ask.

Maya glanced upwards with a smile. "I make these vials to sell them to organizations or people In need. If It's an emergency I don't ask for any form of payment." As she explained, Aya couldn't help but feel even more admiration for Maya-chan. She was such a hard worker… and between her important work she took the time out of her day to train me. She’s so generous… 

"…I usually supplied Lady Shirasagi with a number of vials. She always brought fresh herbs for me to use in medicine." Maya spoke of the details between her and Chisato. To Aya, It seemed like their relationship was purely business. As expected of a herbalist and a revered noble. 

"…I wonder why Chisato-chan purchased those..." Aya frowned. "I'd assume it's for business. Lady Shirasagi isn't a merchant though. I'd assume she loads it off somewhere in the Royal Capital." As Maya speculated, Aya began to think about it a lot more thoroughly. They’re an influential family with ties to heinous crimes against humans. If I were buying medicine I have a feeling that I’d… 

No, it probably isn’t for that. If it is then… Chisato-chan isn’t as bad as she appears to be…! More of a reason that I need to get to the bottom of this. 

“...I’m fired up now…!” Aya stood up from the stump. “I’ll do my best, Maya-chan!” 

Despite the physical pain she felt, Aya was determined to go through with this. 

.  .  . 

It was now the 5th day of training. Aya was beginning to get the hang of her spellwork. Unlike before, she lacked the expertise to cast correctly and with power, but she was pretty proud that she got the basics down. It was her daily reminder that she was improving day by day. So far she's learned how to summon an earthquake, a unique alternative to pitfalls, solidified walls and pillars… and some kind of air slash? Maya-chan called them vortex wisps. 

Aya was grateful that she was given the opportunity to become a witch. That she was able to train. 

Aya stood, drinking the water that Maya had given her. She was listening attentively. 

“The day of Lady Shirasagi's execution will take place either in or near the town square… I'm assuming she'll be brought there in a jailed carriage.” Maya explained to her. “I'm not sure on the details of what they'll be using, but she's set to get the death penalty either way.” She'd say, hand in chin. 

“What can I do to prevent that?” Aya questioned, voice firm. 

“...we can stay in the Royal Capital a day before her execution. So in the morning we'll be going inside. I'll try my best to figure out where she's being held and we'll devise a plan during then.” Maya declared and Aya nodded along to her words. But then she'd halt. 

“...hold on… if anybody finds out that I managed to escape wouldn’t I be punished?” Aya stiffened at the thought. For attempting to leave a city based on your status, you were punished. It wasn't fair. 

“I already have that handled.” Maya smiled. 

Aya timidly nodded along. She didn't know what Maya had planned at all. The only solution is that I'd be disguised. I'm not somebody who is able to create mayhem or cause a ruckus… but I'd be doing that either way when I go for Chisato-chan, won't I—? I'd probably be a criminal and I'd be looked down on. But being looked down on wasn't any different from my previous life as a commoner. So what did I have to worry about…? No, I had to worry about a lot. 

And as said, it was now the 6th day. After their little meeting, Aya practiced a few of her spells with moderation and eventually Maya had to head back. I say it's the sixth day because it was late, it was hard to tell what time it was but she suspected  it was somewhere in the middle of the night. 

As daybreak was nearing, Aya could feel an unsettling knot developing within her. To think that she was just an average commoner till recently… I wonder if I'd be able to make a difference like Ayumi once did. But a great witch like that probably didn't help an accused criminal escape… 

Aya let out a soft exhale. 

For those who aren't able to grasp that reality, that we're all special on the inside. I wonder if I'd be able to make a difference for commoners…? For them to truly realize that the reason for living is to seek the sense of who we are or what we want to be. 

If I was able to do something like that…!

That would be amazing. 

Aya fell back onto the ground, staring up at the sky. I recall Chisato telling me that she wanted to abolish the social hierarchy separating all of us. It's just wishful thinking, but what if we worked together to achieve a dream like that? I'm sure something like that would be a miracle. 

.   .   . 

Aya stood anxiously, casting a glance to the area that Maya usually came from. She only got a little bit of rest. She couldn't help but worry over many things. She isn't ready to go against the capital, to save Chisato-chan. But, she's already gotten this far so there was no turning back. 

She'd breathe in and out, calming her nerves. 

“Aya-san.” 

“GAH—!” Aya exclaimed. 

She'd look back, seeing a surprised Maya. “...Aya-san? Are you feeling alright? That was quite a scream.” 

“I—I am! I'm just… calming down! I feel so nervous.” Aya admitted, her shoulders slumped. “We've already gotten this far. We can't decide to quit now.” Maya pointed out. That’s what I've been telling myself this entire time.. 

“You're right. I decided that I'd do this for me and Chisato-chan… but anybody would be getting cold feet when the day is tomorrow.” Aya explained with a sigh. 

“That's right. But we don't have the time to mope, we need to start initiating the plan.” Maya spoke as she rummaged through a leather bag she held against her hip. Aya curiously looked down, watching as Maya pulled out a cloth of some kind…? And a pointy hat…? 

“These are for you, Aya-san.” Maya held them out to her. Aya accepted them, admiring the material of the… cloak? It reminded her of something. “I know that you really look up to Ayumi-san so I brought you witch attire similar to hers back in the day.” Maya explained, grabbing the hat and putting it over her head. “You're a witch now.” 

Aya was caught by surprise, looking down at the cloak in her hands. Then, she felt something swelling up inside of her chest. She'd smile, tears forming. “Ouui—! Maya-chan! Thank you!” Aya brought Maya into a hug. 

“Wah—!” They nearly stumbled down. 

“I’[ll do anything for a friend in need.” Maya returned the smile. 

Aya wiped her tears with her wrists, sniffling. “I probably don't deserve these, but I'll take care of them until the day I die—! I'll repay you one day, Maya-chan…!” She’d declare while sobbing her eyes out. Maya felt bad and handed her a handkerchief. 

Once Aya came to her senses, she tried on the cloak. The cloak itself was pink with a white tinted bottom. The edges had pretty gold linings—it made her wonder how much it cost and what she truly owed Maya, but she’d do it one day! 

“Now that you’re dressed like a witch it’s highly unlikely that they’ll suspect you as a commoner. As long as you keep the hoodie over your head nobody will recognize you either. You’ll be a completely new person once you enter the city. But just in case your hoodie does fall, we should take out your pigtails.” Maya brought her hands forward, undoing her pigtails. As her hair fell to the sides, Maya put the hoodie over her head. 

“There! Now we’re all set to go inside.” 

“B—But! I’m afraid of going back there…!” Aya voiced her concerns. 

“It’s alright. If the guards notice something is up we’ll head out right away. Besides… I doubt that there will be any issues now that you took on the appearance of a witch. Oh—and that you are one.” Maya corrected herself with a smile. “If you say so… I’ll stay right beside you, though. Is that fine…?” She’d nervously asked with worried brows. 

“It is! Now let’s head inside.” Maya instructed, stepping in the direction of the nearby entrance. Aya gulped, gripping onto the material. 

The pair neared the entrance and once they were there Aya was sweating bullets. 

The guards took notice of their presence. One of the guards stood, their metal armor clanking. “State your business.” 

Aya stiffened, her heart pounding furiously. Maya stood in front of her. “I’m one of the apothecaries for the city and I’ve returned with my companion.” She’d explain with a steady voice. “And your names?”

“I’m Yamato Maya, and this—” Maya side-glanced, pausing. 

Aya was quaking in fear… after all she hasn’t been this close to the guards in a while…! And she was going inside with intentions for initiating crimes. 

“This—is the pink witch .” Maya emphasized. 

“A witch? We haven’t gotten a visit from a witch in a blue moon.” The guard greatly exaggerated it. Or maybe he wasn’t? Aya has lived in the city her entire life and never learned of a witch’s existence till recently. “And due to the policy, we give the witches a gift each time they travel here.” A… a gift? 

The guard left for a moment, returning with a pouch of some kind. The guard held it out for Aya to grab. She’d hesitantly accept it. “What is it…?” She’d ask quietly, opening it to look inside. 

“Inside you’ll find a pamphlet of our luxurious inns in the city. There’s a badge in there that every witch must wear in order to stay inside of one of the inns without any charge. There’s gold and silver coins inside that you can use during your stay and other items that you’ll find useful, miss pink witch.” The guard explained, bowing slightly. 

Aya went pale as she looked inside. 

The contents inside were exactly what he said they’d be. 

“We treat witches with the utmost respect…! In the city, all witches are revered and almost treated like royalty. We have the best nation around these parts, don’t we?” The second approached them with a cheeky grin. A show of respect for witches…? 

Aya felt her hands quivering as she held the pouch of items. 

…what about your own people? 

“We—We’ll be heading inside! We thank you for your kindhearted welcome.” Maya firmly nodded to the two guards. She’d shoo her through the gate. Aya followed after her, stomach churning. 

Maya led Aya through the busy streets of the city. Unlike before, Aya wasn’t running into anybody. The citizens of the city stared after her, some not wanting to get any closer to her. After passing by various guards, they’d nod and some would even bow down to her. Aya was visibly uncomfortable and tried her best to ignore the displays of reverence. 

Maya brought her to a wonderful inn. Upon using the badge, they were brought to a magnificent room. Aya was shocked and wasn’t used to the fancy atmosphere. There was a comfy bed, a desk, a nightstand, a flower pot, a perfectly cleaned and stable window pane, a bath house—it had everything that she thought she’d never be able to enjoy. 

A room of luxuries a commoner could never dream to have. 

As she stood there looking around, her mind went blank. The sudden change in attitude directed towards her hit her hard. 

“...Aya-san, are you alright?” Maya asked with a worried glance. 

Aya stood there for a few moments, lost in thought. She removed the hoodie from her head, glancing down at the wooden flooring. “...I’m thinking that being treated like a witch isn’t work cut out for me.” Aya’s brows furrowed. “If being a witch means that I have to be above everybody then… I’m not sure if I want to be a witch.” If it means being treated differently, treated like I was something special—then I didn’t want it. 

“Aya-san…” Maya frowned. “The position of a witch is something that all witches have to face. In some places, witches are seen as a curse and they’re not allowed to enter certain lands. If a place hardly sees any witches in a lifetime then they’ll treat you with immense respect. It’s different in any place, so don’t let this one experience ruin it for you.” 

“...I see…” Aya held the cloth of the cloak in between her fingers, squeezing it. I grew up as a commoner, taught to be ashamed of my heritage and be at the bottom of the social hierarchy. I was treated unfairly and told to work at an early age. I lived in poverty my entire life. And due to a recent change, of easily becoming a witch and finding out I have magic within me—of course it wouldn’t be fair. It’s not fair to all of us, us commoners. 

I want to understand why and when it all changed. Why somebody is meant to be above all others. 

It left a sour impression on her. 

Aya didn’t feel like staying in the inn. She’d never be used to something like this. 

.   .   . 

Aya was told to explore the perimeter while Maya gained more information on Chisato’s captivity. 

She was advised not to stray far from the inn. She never really got the opportunity to explore these parts. It was a new experience for her. Commoners considered this the rich area of the city which was self-explanatory. It was near the entrance so it didn’t look run-down. It was furnished beautifully to show off to any visitors of the city. At least that’s what she heard. If you go farther in the city, where I worked and lived, it was terribly run down. Now seeing the difference, it made her blood run cold. 

Aya continued to walk down the cobblestone pathway, taking notice of many stares. She’d halt in her tracks, looking around. All eyes were on her. Of course they would be. If I were in their position I’d probably be afraid. 

As she began to walk, in a moment’s notice she stumbled from a small force. 

“Eek…!” 

She’d look down to see a little girl, ragged and messy. 

“Are you alright?” She held her hand out to the little girl. 

The girl’s eyes widened briefly, this unsettling gleam of fear peering at her. “I—I’m sorry, miss…! Please forgive me! I—I didn’t mean to run into you…!” It was a genuine apology. She looked terrified. 

“It’s alright, little one. Here, take my hand.” Aya held it out to her once again. There was a meaningful banter of hesitation in her eyes. As the little girl glanced up and down, she reluctantly took her hand. Aya helped her stand up straight and smiled. Due to the shadows of the sun, it was probably hard to tell what kind of expression she had on. “You don’t need to be afraid of me. I won’t hurt you.” Aya reassured her. 

The little girl stiffened, still appearing afraid. “...uhm, who—who are you, miss?” She stuttered. 

“...I’m…” I can’t exactly say my real name, right? I’ll have to use the alias Maya gave me.. 

“I’m the pink witch.” She’d say. 

“...witch?” The little girl tilted her head, confused. 

“A witch is somebody who can cast magic.” Aya explained, holding out her wand. “Like this.” 

At the tip of her wand, a bright white light illuminated.

The little girl had an expression of shock, shifting backwards. Aya couldn’t help but frown at this. 

“You don’t need to be scared. Magic is a wonderful thing.” She’d say, hoping to help the little girl come to a realization. “...magic is a wonderful thing?” beside the little girl, there was another. Aya took the chance to look around, seeing many peering eyes of nearby commoners. She was surrounded by curious onlookers. 

“It is a wonderful thing.” She’d repeat. 

“...how did you become a witch, miss?” One of the onlookers asked. 

“With hardwork. With hard work and effort I was able to become a witch.” Aya explained with a smile, looking down at the wand in her hands. “I’m sure that within all of you… no , I am sure, there’s magic within you.” There were a few looks of confusion, but most of the crowd was invested. Aya quickly took the opportunity to educate them. If she can spread word about witches—maybe she can make a difference with one life, and that was what mattered to her. 

“You could all strive to become a witch, to become something great.” She’d say, looking around. 

“...it probably sounds like I’m spewing nonsense but it’s nothing like that.” She quickly shook her head. “I was just like all of you at once. I still believe that deep down I am a commoner, but the one thing I learned is that we’re all special in some way.” It was probably poison to their ears, maybe a relief to some. “All of you can dream. All of you are capable of dreaming, of becoming something better.” She’d press on firmly. 

“Do… you really think so…?” A commoner asked from the side, a voice of uncertainty. 

“I do. I wholeheartedly believe in that.” Aya smiled. “Like I said, I was just like all of you once. Hopeless with the way I lived and how I was treated… but I came to my senses and I’d like all of you to as well. Do you enjoy living your life—?” She already knew the answer to the question. “Can you tell me that you seriously enjoy waking up everyday and doing the same thing over and over again…?” She’d ask. Maybe it was desperation… or something else entirely. But I didn’t want them to live their lives not knowing they could change. They needed to hear it—that they didn’t need to live those lives anymore. 

“...you’re all capable of living differently, a life that can make you happy.” Aya didn’t realize just how much of a crowd she stirred up. 

“I’d be able to stop doing the laundry for the nobility everyday…?” One of them quizzically questioned. 

“That’s right.” She’d answer. 

“We won’t be fed nothing for days—?” One of them exclaimed. 

She’d nod along to the things they were all spewing out. One-by-one, she could feel a connection. It truly felt like she was making a difference with her speech, that her words were reaching everybody in the vicinity. 

“The pink witch is wonderful—! Absolutely wonderful…!” One of them cried out. 

Aya nervously looked around, now looking at the cheering crowd. Should I be worried about this ruckus…? 

Aya had to back away from a few commoners that bowed on the ground. She wasn’t an object of worship! Aya just wanted to be on equal terms with the fellow commoners. At the end of the chanting, her face was red from embarrassment. Afterwards, a few guards came to break up the situation. 

She took it as an opportunity to flee back towards the inn, feeling happy that she was able to spread word about our deserved free will.

.   .   . 

She always found herself back at the same place over and over again. 

Chisato let out a soft exhale, opening her eyes. 

“...my—my name…?” 

I always wondered if meeting her was fate. 

“Yes. I’d like your name. You aren’t in trouble or anything. I wanted to extend the welcome from the Shirasagi household and personally show you around the city.” Chisato explained, bowing slightly in the presence of the witch. 

“You don’t need to bow…!” Her voice was panicked. 

Chisato looked at her with curiosity. “But you’re a witch, are you not?”

“...I am a witch.” She shifted in discomfort. “But… bowing isn’t common where I’m from.” She smiled with unease. Chisato was able to get a good look at her appearance. She wore a cloak, commonly recognized as witch attire. Her pale blue curly hair was tied into a side ponytail. She didn’t have a presence that was meant to be revered. She looked like any average witch. 

“Is that so…? It’s a common courtesy in the city. But per request, I will refrain from bowing.” She’d respond to her wishes. 

The pale blue-haired witch let out a sigh of relief, but then she’d exchange a look. “My name is Matsubara Kanon.” 

The witch, now formerly known as Kanon, greeted her with a gentle smile. 

“It’s nice to meet you. I’m Shirasagi Chisato.” She’d introduce herself. So even a witch such as herself doesn’t want to be treated with respect from others? It was in the city’s policy to treat a witch as if they are a godlike being. After all, we hardly get any witches to visit the city. And yet the higher ups do their best to prove that we’re a proud nation. I’m sure this witch will turn herself away from this city when she finds out that it isn’t as special as it appeared to be. 

And just like that, I showed her around the city. She expressed her shock about the gift pouches she received upon entering. That was when I was given the chance to learn why she was here. 

“...I’m trying to travel back home… but I keep getting myself lost.” The witch admitted, shamefully looking down. “I didn’t expect that from a witch of all things.” Chisato was surprised. “But I suppose the world is full of surprises. But travelling alone with a terrible sense of direction…? That’s unheard of. Do you at least have a map with you?” She’d ask, seeing Kanon shake her head. 

“I don’t have anything that’ll tell me where I am. All I know is that this place is called… The City of Gloria?” 

“Yes. It is.” Chisato nodded along. “This city neighbors the Royal Capital. If you travel North you’ll be in the city in a day or less on a broom.” She’d explain. 

“...what about on foot?” 

“On foot? If you’re referring to a carriage ride, two days or a little longer.” 

“On actual foot…” Kanon replied nervously. 

Chisato blinked. “It’ll take more than a few days to travel there.” 

“...I figured…” Kanon gave her a half-smile. 

“If you’re a witch why haven’t you been using a broom to travel?” Chisato couldn’t help but ask. How long has she been travelling on foot? And is she used to travelling without a broom…? 

“...I—I can’t ride a broom…” Kanon admitted, glancing downwards with genuine shame. 

“So you’ve been travelling on foot this entire time…?” 

“...yes.” She spoke quietly. 

Chisato was beginning to feel a little worried for the witch’s wellbeing. She didn’t seem as “witchy” as the books depicted others to be. They were proud and often displayed their talent of magic. But this witch wasn’t anything like that, and she had a feeling of why . She didn’t want to make any direct assumptions. She had to avoid conflict at all times. That’s what I was taught to do. To work hard solely for our family’s image. 

“I wish you luck in your studies of magic and how to use a broom. It must be tough for a witch without a broom.” Chisato expressed the sentiment and watched as Kanon timidly nodded along to her words. 

“...thank you, Chisato-chan…” Kanon smiled. 

“Of course. Though why don’t we continue the tour before it gets too late? I can escort you to your inn afterwards.” Chisato suggested and Kanon nodded, standing alongside her. 

At first, I assumed it was like any other introductions to the city. But I soon learned it wasn’t just a normal interaction. 

.   .   . 

Chisato poured the steaming tea into her cup. “Thank you.” Kanon brightened. 

“It’s my pleasure.” Chisato commented before sitting across from her. She normally didn’t put any sugar into her tea. She’s experimented with a few types and learned that Kanon favored black tea on its own. During her stay in the city, I invited her into my household to share a few cups of tea. She spoke of her adventures as a witch and the tedious process of finding the city we were currently in. I felt bad for her and earnestly wished to help her in some kind of way. She didn’t seem to accept my offers of help. She seemed more concerned with achieving things herself. 

I learned a lot about Kanon. 

“Back in my hometown we don’t have many choices of tea. Staying here and trying out all of the different kinds you have has been fun.” Kanon explained with a soft expression, blowing into the cup of tea to cool it down. 

“Is that so? I’ve never met another that was so fond of tea like you are.” Considering I’m an aristocrat, I’ve never met another that relished in the matters of tea. The ones I’ve met focused more on delicacies like serving the rarest food. As far as they were aware, serving tea was an activity commonly distributed by commoners. I was looked down on for my tastes. 

“While travelling, I learned that tea is more affordable compared to other items. So I’d frequently stop by places to buy it as a cup or have it packaged for me.” Kanon explained. “I figured the familiar aroma coming from you was from our little tea parties. I didn’t expect that you’d be a collector.” 

“...I guess I am a collector then, huh?” Kanon pondered for a moment. “I wish I could take my studies of magic more seriously like I do for my love of tea.” Despite comparing the two subjects, they were nothing like each other at all. 

Chisato often found it hard to figure out what exactly Kanon was thinking. 

“So why don’t you? If you don’t mind me asking.” Chisato peered over, seeing that usual anxious expression. 

Whenever I mention anything about witches, she always seems to be in a different world. 

“...I’m not exactly witchy , y’know?” Kanon spoke with a voice of resignation. “I may look like a witch, but inside I am not.” Kanon had a distant gaze. The more I hear her words of curiosity, the more I find myself wanting to know more about her. 

“...is that so?” Chisato glanced down at the tea in hand. I wonder when she’ll tell me… or if she ever will. 

.   .   .

I recall one night. When the two of us were laying flat on a hill under a sea of stars. 

“...do you really think we’ll see any shooting stars tonight?” Kanon asked, glancing to the side. 

“I read in a book that today is a predicted meteor shower. We’ll have to hope we catch a glimpse of one.” Chisato explained, staring up at the twinkling sky. I believe it’s been three weeks since we met. Kanon has been liking her stay in the city. I believe the reason she’s staying is because of the bond we unexpectedly formed. At some point she’ll have to find her way back home. 

But the thought saddens me. 

“I hope we do…” Kanon’s voice softly trailed off. 

The two of them stared up at the sky in silence. It was a peaceful night. In the distance there were the faint noises of buzzing bugs. It was nightfall so most were asleep during this time. Not many were aware of the night. 

“Chisato-chan… what do you think about the stars…?” Kanon asked. 

“About the stars?” Chisato repeated. I’ve never been asked that question before. “The stars are wonderful. They light our way and serve as directions for those who are lost. They’re far, far away… but their light still shines for us to see. Even those that are dim, they shine faintly but we know they’re there.” There isn't much known about the stars. All we know is that they’re far, far away from our home. 

“You’re talking almost like they’re living…” Kanon gently chuckled. 

“It seems that way, doesn’t it…? Aren’t all things living?” Chisato questioned. 

“Specific things are living. But… I like that…” Kanon murmured. “Maybe the stars really are living.” 

“...It was just an assumption, It’s likely far from the truth.” She’d say. After all, that sounds silly. 

“It doesn’t seem like a bad assumption. If the stars were actually living then I wouldn’t be surprised.” Kanon pointed out with a soft smile. To think that she’d believe in something so unrealistic… that’s so like her. Of course, not in a mean way. I noticed that I tend to be the realistic type, while Kanon is the opposite. We sometimes have opposing views towards certain topics, but I never resent her for it. I like having her around. 

“...is that so?” 

“Mhm…” 

The two laid in silence once again, staring up at the sky. 

But now Chisato actually thought about it, about the stars . They reminded her of Kanon. 

That a dim star still has its luminescence. Even if Kanon feels inferior, she’s still shining brightly. 

That night we didn’t get to see a shooting star. 

.   .   .  

“...I’m not who you think I really am…” Kanon gripped onto her cloak. 

“What do you mean by that?” Chisato glanced her way, confused. 

“...I’m—I’m not truly a witch .” Kanon’s eyes glistened. “I can hardly call myself one…” 

But then she’d shake her head. “No, I can’t call myself one. I haven’t been able to succeed or achieve anything…” 

Chisato brought her hand to her cheek, wiping her tears with a handkerchief. “We all start somewhere, don’t we?” She’d say, ensuring that her tears let up. “You have magic within you. Doesn’t that mean something?” 

“...It—”

Chisato was quick to interrupt her. “Magic inherently within you automatically makes you a witch. You need to learn that learning magic and pursuing studies of magic takes time and patience. You can’t automatically be good at something and declare that you’re nothing.” As she spoke, she could see that she was getting closer to her answer, the one she assumed from the start. “Is that it? That not learning enough magic and spells means you aren’t truly a witch?” 

“That’s a selfish way of thinking.” Chisato pressed on. 

“But—” Kanon attempted to protest.  

“No buts.” Chisato spoke sternly. “If you want something—if you desire to be a witch, then do your best to become one in your standards.” She’d say, the two of them exchanging a look. “So let me wipe these tears from your eyes, alright? I don’t want you to be so upset.” 

Kanon allowed her to wipe the tears from her face. Chisato watched as her head hung low. 

“...you’re right…” She spoke quietly. “...I’m sorry for being such a useless friend.” She’d look up with a pained smile. 

“...Kanon, you’re not useless and you never will be.” Chisato affirmed with an exhale. 

“Thank you, Chisato-chan.” There it was. That familiar gentle smile. One that I genuinely enjoyed seeing. I was happy enough to know that she was finally able to confide in me. Maybe there was something that she didn’t tell me. I’m sure that in the future she will tell me. 

 “Forgive me if I’m wrong…” Kanon continued. “But… it sounds like you have experience with being a witch...” 

Chisato stood there for a moment. Her arm lowered from her face and she had an expression of confliction. “Us nobles aren’t born with magic. I just happen to know a lot about it because of my past studies.” Chisato was quick to correct her. “Is that so…?” Kanon murmured, peering at her. 

“...Chisato-chan… I’ll always be here if you need me. If you want to talk about anything” Kanon suddenly spoke with a smile. It was like she had knowing eyes. 

“I know that.” But I dismiss it as always. If a secret like mine broke out I’d probably be executed. 

I am a person withholding many things that I cannot tell others. Not even a close friend like Kanon. 

The things I know and have done must be kept a secret until the day I die. 

I just wonder… Kanon won’t get caught up in my lies, will she? 

.   .   . 

I recall that very day. The event is always replaying in my mind. It’s something that I’ve been running from for a while. 

That because of the lies and secrets, she was caught in the middle of it. 

“Your friend is a witch, isn’t she?” I was ordered to go down into the dungeon that day, where we hid away the kidnapped commoners. One of the counselors I knew of, who was a graying old man and had a huge involvement in the kidnappings of the commoners, called her down here. The start of the conversation alarmed her. “She is. But what about my friend? Aren’t we supposed to be discussing the recent shipment of commoners?” 

“I have no use to mingle with those lowly beings.” The counselor emphasized. “I’m interested in your friend.” 

“I suppose that as a witch… she’ll make quite a huge profit in the markets, would she not?” 

Those words sickened her to her stomach. 

“You’re not… you’re not going to propose that we send her into the markets—?” Chisato could feel her heart pounding. 

“You’re close to that witch, aren’t you? I’m sure that you could lure her into here. I’d be pleased to split the costs with the Shirasagi family.” The counselor suggested with a grin. 

“We only take in commoners. Why are you suddenly changing your mind about the people we take into our custody?” Chisato sternly asked, crossing her arms as she stared daggers at the counselor. 

“The reason we’re initiating this kind of business in the first place is to obtain hefty amounts of money. Your parents are in debt, aren’t they—? If we sell this girl then we’d gain a huge sum of money—” 

“You will not be taking her.” Chisato voiced steadily with a smile. But her words did not get through to him. 

“I have connections .” The counselor leaned forward. “I can guarantee that she’ll be taken. I’ve already readied the preparations. You have no say in this. It’s your job to make sure that the job goes smoothly.” 

.   .   . 

“Ch—Chisato-chan…!” Kanon panted from behind her. “Where are you taking me—?” 

Chisato did not answer. Her eyes were intent, holding her hand with a hard squeeze. Many thoughts were racing in her head, she couldn’t comprehend all of it. All she knew was that she had to take Kanon far, far away from this place. She had to leave before she got caught and thrown in the dungeon. I can’t bring myself to allow it to happen. I’ve gotten so attached to her… I can’t let it happen. I never will. 

Chisato ensured that they took the back alleys, keeping her grasp on Kanon’s hand. You never know when they’ll show up. I know how these things usually go. I just need to get her out of here before they find us—

“Chisato–chan…!” Kanon called out to her. But no. She couldn’t have any distractions. 

Chisato continued to pull her along with her until they eventually reached their destination. It was a designated area with overgrown plants and weeds. Behind the thrush was a crack in the foundation of the tall wall leading outside of the city. It was exactly where they needed to be. 

She brought Kanon forward, gently pushing her towards the wall. “Chisato–chan—? Wh—What’s going on?” Kanon turned to face her, panic settling in. 

“You need to leave.” Chisato said sternly. “You need to leave now .” She pressed on. 

“L—Leave? Chisato-chan, what are you saying—” Kanon attempted to reach towards her, but Chisato shifted backwards. 

My dear, Kanon… I never imagined that I’d be hurting you like this. 

“I don’t want you to ask questions. You need to leave.” She’d repeat, hoping to get it through her head. But it was Kanon, of course. She was the type of friend that was always concerned about the way you felt in any situation. 

“...then why don’t you come with me, Chisato-chan…? If I really need to leave—” Even at the suggestion, it pained Chisato. “No. I can’t go with you. You have to go by yourself—you need to go far from here.” Chisato’s voice rose, which she realized too late—she couldn’t help it. She felt so desperate to get her out of here. It was too dangerous for her to stay here. 

Kanon halted for a moment, the two of them standing in silence. 

Kanon knew. She knew that I was a person who spoke with genuine honesty. And if I said something I meant it. I wasn’t the type to joke around about dangerous situations. 

“...Chisato-chan…” Kanon’s voice trembled. “Will I get to see you again…?” 

Chisato stood with a blank expression. 

She had no choice but to say it. 

“...no, you won’t.” The words cut through her. 

Even if she was the one saying it, it still hurt. 

“Why won’t you tell me why…?” There was a hint of desperation in her voice. “I want to be somebody that you can trust and rely on. If there’s something going on that you aren’t telling me about then you can say it to me… we’re supposed to be friends, aren’t we…?” Kanon urged to know, but Chisato did not budge. 

“...It’s not something that I could tell you or anybody…” She spoke faintly. I can’t imagine what you’d think of me. 

“I want you to leave.” She’d repeat once again, staring at her. 

I’m being so cruel right now. I realize it myself that I’m being unfair. But what else can I do…? 

“If you want me to leave… then I’ll only leave once you tell me what’s going on.” Kanon affirmed. 

“Do you really mean that?” 

“...I do. I want to know what's troubling you.” Kanon declared. 

At this point I won’t get her to leave. But if force is what it takes then it seems I have no choice. I do not mean any of what I’m about to say. You’re so precious to me, Kanon. It’s not something I can say directly to you but after this you’ll always be somebody I think about. I only wish the best for you—and your “best” isn’t with me. 

“Are you sure?” 

Kanon nodded affirmatively. 

Chisato hesitated for a moment. But it was for the greater good. If she wanted her to stay away, then she really had no choice. 

“... Kanon .” Chisato looked her in the eyes. “I believe that you'll never succeed as a witch.” I don't mean that. You're beginning to become a lovely witch—I wanted to be there for all of your milestones, but it wasn't possible anymore. “It's embarrassing knowing that a lowly witch like you is standing beside somebody with a prestigious title like my own.” 

“...huh?” 

That's not true either. I don't care about my placement in the social hierarchy. Title means nothing to me. We're on equal ground. 

“I'm allowing you to leave before I have you executed myself. You're lucky that I'm taking pity on you. Many other souls were not so lucky.” She spoke so arrogantly of things that weren't true. She's probably questioning everything. I would be as well if it were me. 

To suddenly be betrayed by somebody you assumed was a close friend, it must’ve hurt. 

And I'll never seem to forget the look in her eyes. She looked at me with a painful smile so gut wrenching that it tore my heart apart. I so desperately wanted to wipe those tears from her eyes, but I couldn't. 

I had to get rid of her to protect her. 

But at the cost, I might have ruined her dream of ever striving to become a better witch. 

.   .   . 

Aya sat on the inn bed, likely rethinking her life choices. But moment's later, there was a click at the door that got her out of that thinking chamber. Maya returned with a few loaves of bread and a worrisome expression. 

“...any intel?” Aya asked, eager to know. 

“...I did find out a few things, but it's not easy to say.” Maya shook her head with a soft exhale. “I found the place where she'll be executed. It was As I predicted, in the town square. What I found there was a hanging post.” Maya sat down on the bed beside her, offering her bread. 

Aya listened in carefully. 

“It's likely that they'll be hanging her, Aya-san. But we can prevent it from happening.” Maya put it firmly. “She's being held in a penitentiary near the town square, so I know which direction she'll be coming from. I have a plan in mind that I want your thoughts on.” Aya quickly nodded along to her words. 

“As long as we're able to save her, I'll do anything that we need to do.” Aya was willing to do what was necessary to save Chisato-chan from her fate. 

And just like that, we devised a plan. 

.   .   . 

It was now or never. 

Aya gripped her wand, standing in a dark alleyway. Her hands and legs quivered, she was sweating all over and her heart was pounding So furiously—but she was clear on what to do. With the very little practice that she had, she had to make this one opportunity count. 

I was told by Maya that the carriage would be coming through this cobbled sidewalk, with Chisato inside. I don't have the time to be reckless and make rash decisions, all of what I was told to do had to be accurate otherwise none of this would work. 

In the distance, she could hear faint galloping and rumbling. Aya stood against the wall, peeking out. As told, the carriage was heading her way. It was moving slowly and in a swaying motion. She wielded her wand, watching as it went down the pathway. Once it aligned with her spot, she pointed her wands towards the front of the carriage, watching as one of the wheels sunk into the dirt below. 

One of the guards cursed, hopping off of the carriage and checking out the cause of their sudden halt. 

Aya watched as the wheel continued to sink even deeper into the soil, ensuring that Chisato’s carriage wouldn’t arrive in time.

She took this as an opportunity for phase two. She summoned yet another sinking pitfall, this time underneath the other wheels. It seemed to have worked and once the ground hardened the carriage’s wheels were stuck in the ground. At this point, the guards must’ve realized there was tampering. They were on high alert and looked around, pulling out their brandished swords. 

Aya felt a shiver go down her spine, reluctantly biting her lip. But she was already going through with the plan. She was prepared to leave this city with Chisato, not without. 

She quickly went into the clearing, summoning two pillars aimed towards the guards. The pillars slammed into their stomachs and she could hear them scream—It was horrific to her. She dashed to the carriage’s side. 

“...damn you…!” One of the guards cursed, staggering upwards. 

“...If you get any closer, the pain afterwards will be more than what you’re feeling now.” Aya threatened. But even if she spoke the words, it didn’t feel like her at all. She felt… undoubtedly powerful, but she was sure that they could equally hurt her or even kill her. But feeling this way while learning the bare minimum made her wonder how truly dangerous witches are. 

The guard slashed forward with his sword, Aya summoned a pillar but it crumbled as it was hit. 

A slash of air was sent after him and it seemed to knock him off of his feet—but he stood again, fuming with rage. 

Aya quickly shifted backwards, sending a pillar hurtling towards him—it hit him straight in the face, knocking him back onto the ground. As the second guard regained his consciousness, Aya did the same thing. She didn’t dare look at the damage she'd done and instead rushed to the carriage’s door. She swung it open to see Chisato sitting in a cage that had her wrists confined with big chains. As they exchanged eye contact, Chisato’s eyes went wide. 

“A—Aya–chan?!” Chisato expressed her shock. 

“I told myself that I’d come save you.” Aya remarked, wielding her wand. “I couldn’t just… allow you to die.” She’d explain, firmly gripping her wand. As she did so, skinny pillars shot through the carriage’s bottom, breaking the chains in an instant. The cuffs were still tied around Chisato’s wrists, but as long as she was free they’d get rid of them later. 

“We need to go before they get here…!” Aya exclaimed, grabbing onto her arm. 

“Aya–chan—! Wait…!” Chisato forced herself backwards, yanking Aya’s grip off of her arm. 

“Ch—Chisato-chan…?” Aya looked back at her, seeing that familiar look of guilt. 

“I can’t go with you.” Chisato seemed furious. “I told you not to come back…! Why are you interfering —? I need to be punished for all the terrible things that I’ve done—” Chisato’s head hung forward, slumped over as if she had truly given up. “...those commoners will never truly be avenged as long as I’m still alive. So please, don’t take this one opportunity away from me..” Her voice was strained. 

“But that would mean that you’ll die…! ” Aya cried out, her eyes glistening with tears. “I can’t just… let you die.” Her voice croaked. Not after all that we’ve been through. 

“...I’ve already given up on living long ago. I can’t just change my mind now when I owe it.” Chisato spoke quietly, shaking her head. “...I tried to help them, I really did, but there’s not much you can do when you’re nothing but a pawn. The only genuine feeling of redemption was managing to save you. But you’ve come back to this cruel place, and for what…? To save somebody who doesn’t deserve the kindness that you have to offer.” Chisato’s trembling voice was suppressed, but she fought through it nonetheless.

“By allowing yourself to be executed, then you’d be giving back to all of the lives of those commoners—?” Aya began. “But why—? That’s so selfish…! Did they want you to die like this—? If this is what redemption is to you then you’re wrong…!” Her voice quivered. “You don’t need to die to redeem all of those lives—why don’t you live your life and give back to the commoners? The ones that are still here? You can still make a difference…! Why… why don’t we both try and make a difference —?” 

“You have dreams , Aya-chan…! I don't want to be the reason that you can't have them anymore…!” Chisato argued.  

“...that doesn't make sense…!” Aya lamented, her shoulders perked. “Be–Because…! All of the dreams I have right now—they won't come true unless you're with me…! I need you by my side, Chisato-chan…!” Aya retorted, tears streaming down her face. “So please , let me help you…! We'll leave this place and never come back…!” It wasn’t just a pipe dream. They were both capable of leaving together. But it proved to be more difficult than she thought. 

She watched as Chisato glanced away, expression sullen. 

“...Chisato-chan, why can't you accept my help?” She’d question, voice quiet. 

“I'm undeserving of your help.” She’d quickly answer. “I am a terrible person. I can't stand seeing another person attempting to help me after all that's happened… the things I've allowed and the things I’ve seen.” Her tone of voice was unsettling, it was cold and frightening. “I couldn’t do much about it growing up. In the present, I've failed more people than I can count. If I had been stronger maybe I would've had the opportunity to make a difference.” 

“Because of me many of your people suffered.” 

She spoke as if it was entirely her fault that all of the kidnapped commoners were brought somewhere else. But Aya knew that the crimes weren't her idea. She seems so remorseful for somebody who is undoubtedly cruel. And I know for a fact that Chisato may be deceitful—but she isn’t as cruel as she appears to be. 

“...I can't excuse the fact that you were involved sometimes.” Aya didn’t know the full story. But she wanted to believe in what Chisato-chan told her. “But…” She’d think for a moment. “What matters is that you tried to make a difference in your own way. You've helped many commoners, haven't you?”

“I may have—”

Aya dropped on her knees, grabbing both of her hands. Chisato was surprised at the action. “I'm living proof that a person like you can make a difference, Chisato-chan.” She explained with a determined gleam in her eyes. “Because of you I wouldn't be here right now. And I want to return the favor to you.” 

“In our journeys we're all searching for something.” Aya asserted. “If we seek out meaning, happiness, or the truth.” 

“Chisato-chan.” She addressed her. “Why you't you begin the journey of forgiving yourself?” 

“It's—” Chisato was quick to shout, but Aya interrupted her. “You're right. It won't be easy.” 

Aya’s expression softened. She’d smile gently, holding her pinky finger out towards her. “But I'll be there to support you along the way.” She watched Chisato’s brows furrow, but afterwards they were mingling with pain. Her eyes had watered and she couldn’t look Aya in the eye. But despite her reluctance, Chisato peered at her, giving in. She brought her pinky finger to hers, making that promise. 

As she took that step forward, Aya’s eyes were swollen with tears. “ Uuugh… Chisato-chan…!” Aya sobbed, wrapping her arms around her and bringing her into an embrace. “A—Aya-chan…!” Chisato stuttered as Aya kept a firm grip around her, lips quivering. She silently hoped that this was the first hug of many. 

“...we should get out of here before they find out what you’ve done.” Chisato hushed, but her actions spoke louder. Chisato returned the hug, bringing her forward with a gentle embrace. 

“...that’s right…” Aya sniffled, parting from the hug. “We need to get out of here… and then we’ll start a new life together.” 

“I’m looking forward to it.” Chisato declared. That only made Aya want to hug her more…!! But they couldn’t do it right now. She had to help Chisato escape. 

Aya held her hand out towards her and Chisato gracefully accepted it. She helped her stand up and that was when they set off. They hopped out of the carriage and on their immediate step out, there were several rowdy and thundering guards making their way towards them. “Right there—! That witch is helping her escape…!” They exploded. 

“It’s okay, Chisato-chan. I can get rid of them—” In the face of confidence, she was pulled forward. Chisato had begun to run and Aya had no choice but to follow her. They ran through an empty alleyway, keeping their grip strong on one another’s hands. It was collectively thought they both didn’t want to let go. 

“I can’t let you risk your life like that…!” Chisato heaved in. “Not when we’re together again.” 

Aya gushed—she was so happy…!!! 

They ran and ran. Aya knew exactly where Chisato was taking her. The place was familiar and it was the same place where Chisato had abandoned her. But it wasn’t like that anymore… now they were leaving together. 

Their pace slowed down as they stood in that grassy thrush. Aya was panting heavily—they ran quite a distance. Chisato was equally out of breath. 

“ We… we made it out… huh?” Aya spoke through her pants. 

“...we did.” Chisato took deep breaths in, regaining her composure. 

And now it’s time to leave. Aya directed her attention to the crevice in the structured wall. She began to wonder how exactly Chisato found this place. She had a guess as to why—to help unlucky commoners like me escape. Or maybe in the past Chisato wanted to leave this place but couldn’t bring herself to do it.

“...I’ve been here many times.” Chisato stood by her side, gazing at the crevice. “...but being here now—knowing that I’ll be entering the outside world… makes me wonder how I truly got this far in the first place.” She spoke distantly. 

Aya listened in. She’d gently grab her hand with a smile. 

“We’ll be entering the outside world together, right…? Me and you can work together to make a difference for the world… what did you say again…?” She thought for a moment. “Oh! Right… to abolish the hierarchy.” 

I’ve come face-to-face with the unimaginable cruelty and unfair traditions of this world. I understand more than the average person what the serious issues are in the social system. I want to make our home a place where everybody is equal. If me and Chisato-chan work together we can definitely accomplish our goal. 

“Since when did you become so optimistic…?” Chisato lightly chuckled. 

“It’s because I’m with you again…! And we can achieve our dreams together.” Aya beamed with a big smile. 

“I look forward to it.” Chisato took a step forward. The two of them walked through the crevice in the structured wall, entering into a new beginning together. 

Or… Aya felt like she was forgetting somebody. 

.   .   . 

“...not here either..” A loud sigh, more like a grumble, was heard. 

The figure stood there, looking down at a medium-sized, crumbled map. She took the charcoal pencil in hand, scribbling out one of the locations she had just visited. At this point, I felt like a decade had gone by while searching extensively. She really should have given up already, but no—! She couldn’t give up now. . 

She got on to her broom, crumbling her map and putting it inside of her satchels. 

“...oh well, I feel like I’m closer to finding you, Onee-chan.” She kicked her legs back and forth as she ascended into the air. Heading to the next town that she needed to search. What was it called again…?

Wellspring .